A seed is planted in the ground with purpose, igniting a fire, taking up space
A new life is born
Our ancestors were born at a precise moment in time
Allowing you, me, we to be born
Written in the stars we were to live in this moment
A mosaic of all those who came before
Walking alongside us, growing with us
Time alive is precious

Flowers inside of you and me
Garden of thoughts of who we are and becoming to be
Pluck out the weeds, but observe their growth
Understand why they do, what are weeds saying to you
Conserving energy to understand what makes you thrive
Stretching roots can be scary, but who knows what’s on the other side
Growing pains sometimes they are
Yet I still rise
Some days can be filled with rain and storms
Normalize the rainbow of emotions to find freedom

Watch the birds, bees, and butterflies fly through, around, and over you
Benefiting of off your gifts to the world,
Watch and observe and don’t forget to treat yourself
Find your tribe to support you, the flowers around you
Authentic in their own right, different and diverse, as are you

Strong rooted in community
All together growing and blossoming
Growing at your own pace and glistening

In this world don’t be anything but you
The light is within you

Their little toes massaged with coco butter
Its past bedtime, but I know it’s worth it
To give them what I so desperately wanted
Caring for them, is caring for me
At age five and again at three

We’re tired
Exhausted actually
The beach disappeared, we stayed so long

What was your favorite part of your day, I ask
Now, they say
A gentle reminder for me
To just be

Like waves crashing and beginning
Over and over again
Moments passing

No push
No pull
Just here with them
Present.

Every moment, they’re learning
My words enter their ears and remain in their bodies
My hands, how they care for them

I am their guide
They are their captain
I keep them safe
They choose their direction

My ancient eyes
My family unknowingly gave me to judge
Remarkably replaced, with practice

My new eyes
To see
To heal
To be, me.

Their big, little blue eyes softly close
As I lather coco butter on my feet

Respecting them, is respecting me
Filling my cup
To quinch our thirst
To be held
To be heard
To know, we are capable
We are good inside.

Sprouting from an inner spring of perennial joy and goodness, my benevolent heart now approaches each season full of love and forgiveness.
The mistakes of yesterday are not brought into today, for I hang my charismatic smile on yesterday’s lessons being the reason why tomorrow’s a better day.
Following the pious impressions of a Yogi enabled me to stumble upon meditation, unveiling an “inner world” only seen through one “eye.”
Tracing my own footsteps back to the beginning of “spiritual oneness”; my spiritual center, allowed me to discover a world teeming with tranquility and bliss.
Forfeiting “two eyes” for one did not come at a cost. Instead, I profited from: heightened awareness, in-depth intuition, clairvoyance, and enhanced telepathic abilities, but most importantly. I gained the ability to “see.”
Before meditation, my life was a mess. The “outside world” often made me depressed. Feeling as if my life was being tossed about like a boat under duress during high seas; nearly dashed against the jagged rocks. The dark rain clouds of depression often gave way to doubt, pouring more coal into the burning open furnace of my fears and insecurities.
Persistent meditation became my mental hygiene, brushing away my depression, doubts, fears, and insecurities; cultivating a flourishing mental garden from an overflowing fountain of Self-Love. Now, the “outside world” doesn’t affect me quite as much as it once did. I can only thank meditation for becoming my savior; a life raft I can cast perpetually to save myself from life’s high seas.
Meditation taught me that we cannot change other people! We weren’t put here to! We can only change ourselves! But a kind wide-smile, empathetic listening, or gentle words of encouragement can be a lantern of hope during someone’s darkest days.
I was born a conscientious person with a credulous nature and a pure heart, almost unfit for a world orbiting in reverse. In the early days of my life, I did not fair too well for having such noble qualities. In my later years, meditation showed me that I was born to be a king: ordained to help create a better world from the overflowing cup of goodness existing inside of me.
These days, butterflies flutter past me closely, hummingbirds levitate nearby, dogs are overzealous to greet me, and little children hurry to hug me at the knees. Maybe it’s my innocence. Perhaps I appear luminous, finally unafraid to reveal my light to the world.

How do we change the world? It is far from easy. First, you take your squeegee.

When we take the squeegee we focus on what “I” can change and looking up to the sky should not be the only thing you use to figure out why.

Reflecting is ok, but there will come a day where action is the takeaway!

The answers to your question is by evaluating one letter I!

That is how the world will change in a blink of an eye!

Fumbling teaches you a life lesson, two, or six hundred thousand times.
Sometimes life is a lab puppy who stays a puppy for life tearing up or peeing on your shoes.
We must laugh sometimes at how we strive to be perfect when we are so far away from that term, far away like clear transparent turquoise water hidden in the northern Idaho mountains.
The rush of fake Photoshopped gleaming diamonds and wealthy luxurious cars plaster on commercial boards, in magazines of teenagers’ hands at the library their teacher forced them to go to or the YouTube screen our young child has; the constant fake ads popping up on our social media platforms trying to define us, trying to create
a norm-a trend that is all too repetitive.
Yet, we heart & blood connect, maintain our identities, hybrid the best, flush out the worst,
and try to thrive in corners like spiders at night webbing possibility.
We know in our souls -fake is not real.
We know this and if we try to grasp or mold ourselves into temporary perfectionism of a lie,
we know we will vanish into empty holes without a galaxy.
That is why we/ I still try to feel Mother earth,
that is why we/I put our phones down,
that is why we/I smile at each other, be gentle, be forgiving and have grace with what’s to come –
magical moments as a blue heron flies down before a sunset sky in the pond at the Japanese gardens trying to decide whether his beak can hold a golden koi.
The magics of moments and decisions of contemplation, honest and true to our survival.
For our souls are bigger than the temporary,
so we glean and connect to the vast waters of the earth, we hike into the hills where trees sway and whisper love to our ears, and starbursts shine on our worth.
We shimmer and know that being authentic and fragile is our only hope to heal from trauma, and
that it is our only hope that connects us and brings us back to one in the completeness of the earth – the dirt, the sun, the water, the air – it helps us breathe and connect as we should. We/I teach and receive from its abundance and share this with the children whose hands put down screens and run into the forests barefoot
embracing the glory of future and fulfilling the growth that the skies and lands provide.

I want to be that guy that you can be free to speak your mind to, you can lean on all the time.

I want to be the mirror that helps you see yourself clearer, that encourages your true self to get a little nearer,

come and plays devils advocate for the angels make you look at things from different angles ,

Or I help the world value the person more than the work, Maybe I can help change minds to put people into trees instead of the dirt,

help be the change to say it’s OK to hurt

let me help you, because for so long we’ve been told it’s not ok to feel.

But that’s not real! Because every single person who will read this is struggling with something they may not admit,

or the pain and trauma they’ve suffered have caused them to forget

a healthy way to cope looking at life through the cross hairs of a rifle scope,
I want to help pull your finger away from the trigger and make it look towards hope,

Maybe I can help change the thought of 40 hours of work,
Instead, give those people 40 hours of freedom from all these imposed rules of life and society.

Imagine what this world would be like if we all were able to pursue what makes us happy,

I really mean it think about it. I don’t mean to get sappy

it’s just everyone that you meet seems to be drained at least a little bit of joy,
how do I find a way to intersect with my inner boy?

The world is so hell bent on getting another dollar or getting another follow,
but we lack soul and substance our bodies are merely hollow,

I want to help fill people with things that leave them fulfilled
where all we worry about is things that leave us with thrill instead of worried about bills.
The best way to do that is to embody that thought and let it it flow out.

I challenge you to do something you love today, let loose and show out !

Be the change you want to see.
Sounds so simple, huh?
Do the thing, leave your mark, benefit each other.

But they never said how it’s done.
What steps to take.
Hurdles to overcome.

There is SO MUCH research,
it never really stops.
My rights, your rights, their rights.
Some pyramid we all fall off.

There is a lot of running around,
many capitol steps.
Just for your voice,
to be silenced and stripped.

There are connections you need to make,
and that’s overwhelming.
When your heart starts to race,
and the situation feels overpowering.

There are technicalities to keep in mind.
And boundaries you can skate…
So long as you stay true,
and use that truth to fight hate.

There are lies to decipher,
using even more research.
Plus, those connections you’ve made,
progress can emerge.

There’s energy to expend,
and worry that you carry.
So, take time for yourself,
eat, relax, be merry.

Be the change you want to see,
even when it frightens you.
Devote your time, take that step,
and just keep walking through.

Wishes of world peace and overwhelming compassion
Get drowned out by social media trends and fashion
Big dreams of empathy and understanding
Destroyed by attitudes that are entitled and demanding
Thoughts of self-love and confidence rising from within
Then the judgments and rude comments start coming in

When you’re satisfied with yourself and your mind
You recognize what matters is being warm-hearted and kind
When you do what brings you that childlike happiness
The negativity around you begins to digress
Your mindset and actions make up your universe
When you focus on yourself, you break the curse

Filling your own cup first may sound selfish
But the energy you give to yourself allows you to be selfless
As you acknowledge and release your internal judgements
It is easier to make connections and commitments
When we can all connect and open our hearts to one another
This is when we can heal and learn to self-discover

Human beings are meant to change and evolve
There will always be obstacles and problems to solve
The more you take care of your mind and soul
The resilience will build, and you’ll enter a state of flow
In this beautiful world, the only constant is change
As you step into the magic of love, what happens next is strange

You start to see others with love and empathy
You understand why someone sees things differently
Although you may have different opinions and lives
Similarities and experiences allow the connection to thrive
When we all connect with a common goal for good
The universe will make sure it all happens as it should

This world desires to be full of love and connection
The world does not want us to strive for perfection
The world needs people who are vulnerable and open
The world needs less of resentment and hearts that are broken
One of the greatest things we can do is spread our light
So, to be the change I wish to see, I am committed to spreading mine

How am I changing the world?
The real question is what makes you think
Me of all people… One being.
Has the power to do so?
I ain’t no Jesus.
I can’t be a savior.
I can’t change the world.
But I can elevate my mind
and change my behavior.

The world is cruel.
We all just wear our
rose colored glasses.
And say we go to the
“beat of our own drum”
yet we still comment, like, follow and subscribe
in masses.
we still have to be hip with the latest trend
and we so easily give into the fleshly pleasures and desires
of sin.

The world is a conundrum of infinite paradoxes
and flexible morals that produce infinite quarrels.
It’s always, “Be Left or Right”, no in between.
Like thinking for oneself is a forgotten
right and a lost thing.

I can try to change the world.
But I always heard that the
“nail that sticks out will be hammered down”
Honestly who really wants the world to change?
I have been told it is as pointless
as chasing the wind and fighting the rain.
Many can assemble and try to fight for what’s right.
But i was told it is like being stranded in the middle of the ocean
with no land in sight;
You Scream for help as pools or sharks
surround you ready to take a bite.
Who said the world needs changing?
How else would we be entertained?
Who would we be able to blame when we don’t get it right?
Who’s fault will it be?

I know you think I am a cynic.
A Debby Downer, Negative Nancy, or Boo-Hoo Betty.
Or at least someone who is pessimistic and petty.
But I just wanted to keep it real.
This is the world we are talking about.

I am a black woman.
My life is assigned different cheap thrills.
If we are popping pills,
Would you choose red or blue?
To see or not to see…
That’s really the question.
It comes with answers that are the same yet different.

Everyone has a different experience.
Their stories of different yet similar themes and plots.
It is all about perspective.
Does the world really need to change?
Can I be perceptive and state my objective?
The world constantly changes whether
I will it or not.
The best thing I can do is change my
Behavior, think pure thoughts, and stay in my lane.

Because somewhere in the world
The poor will always be poor.
The sick will always be sick.

Someone will always be mourning the dead.
The streets will still run red with the blood of
innocent and the guilty.
Gun shots will still fly
and injustice with be one of the many
causes of why people die.
Realistically speaking
Every effort would be dross
because there will always be
the impending doom of chaos.

But I guess I can still try.

No one person
Man, Woman, Boy or Girl
can change the world.
But I can ignite my light.
I can shine bright
through the darkness.
be the beckon of light
that guides the lost home.
I can make an impact.

I can be the match
and light the wick
for the candles of change.
or i can be the kerosene
to keep the light going.
When the cold of the world is
extra mean.
I can keep you warm.
Nurse your wounds
if you should ever get harmed.

My mom gifted me a frame.
with a quote that said.
” Be the change you want to see in the world!”
To this day it still sits on the side of my bed.

I can’t change the world.
But I can choose to love and not to hate.
Everyone deserves respect.
That’s no debate.
I can live righteous
help strangers
and if i have the resources
deliver people out of
Danger.
I can be kind
and choose to not allow the world
to shut me up or make me blind.
I can teach the peace that comes in life
when you abandon sorrow, worry, and anger.
I can choose to love unconditionally.

Start a new trend.
Screaming on the streets
“Let love in!”
Because Love has already won
You just have to knock on the door of victory.
I ain’t no Harold Melvin
But i know the world won’t
get any better. If we let it be.
I can’t change the world.
But I can emulate what I hope it to be.
Because I know I am not going to
change the entire world
but I do know that a change can start with me.

You were the lock that kept us together.
A divine grace which sweep the insecure adolescence, and brought many to be loved in essence. Like lessons we to hold to mistakes in time and grew to understand the deception of divide.
Like a mist I was clouded for we were the stepping stones to a peace of Eden. In unity we found solace, a bond unbroken and never to be hidden.
For you were the lock, and we the key, a tapestry of love forever woven.

There is no doubt that one of my favorite motivational quotes is “Be the change that you wish you see.” Herstory told, they would like to repeat it…

Like how everyday I choose to defy the odds of struggle. Abundantly filled to navigate new heights… An unshakable force of humble.

Someday they’d say “Yeah, she did talk about making change…” but I hope that they actually can see it!!!

I’d love to tell them how I did it… and that everything in life is intentionally done for a reason. I let my guards down, enough standing on defense.

I challenged the flaws, to know whatever is underneath it. Impacting the masses is the goal that I’m reaching.

Bigger than me… My life is bigger than me!!!

I am devotedly aiming towards doing the best things. Learning that all of the better things in life are not free.

I am actively working my light within my art, family, and community.

I’ve sacrificed it all, but this mission to help others involved truly helping myself to start. It shows more than something when freedom calls!

I have all the answers that I need divinely a dial away. All I have to do is let them in and say “Thank you for leading the way!”

It’s important for the picture, pouring into myself. Mixed emotional colors create art that’s good for one’s health.

Developed within trusting the process… I had no clue I’d see it like this.
In order to get clearer, I push past the resistance.

I am a leader! I choose to be the one to reach back to uplift & help other people out!!

As I reminisced about 5 cents ago, all of it did not add up… but, merely relying on money just was not enough.

I am purposeful.

I embrace this with gladness, that the shift that I vibrate while in this world is peace beyond the madness.

I grew up without knowing that I was autistic.
I saw autistic adults on TV, but I didn’t have a clue.
Maybe if I saw an autistic child like me on my little TV set,
I would’ve accepted myself the moment I learned the truth.
Alas, I didn’t see myself on the screen.

Autistic-coded characters have helped me accept myself.
I saw myself in Lilo when I was seven years old.
Passionate, frustrated, fiery, goofy, emotional, and accepting.
I felt seen before even knowing that I was autistic.
Finally, I saw myself on the screen.

After learning the truth about myself years later,
I slipped into a depression of misinformation.
A ladder of information slid down the hole to my rescue,
But a history of neurotypical-ridden depictions left splinters.
Alas, I didn’t see myself on the screen.

Suddenly, out of the blue, a beloved show from my childhood announces
That a little autistic girl would be moving to a specific street of puppets.
Finally, a little autistic girl like me on the screen!
Granted, I’m now a grown woman, but still.
Finally, I saw myself on the screen.

News breaks out that another movie about autism is coming out,
But it’s another tale of misinformation and disastrous casting.
I tried to warn the misinformed of this dangerous depiction,
Only to be gaslighted and silenced by the trolls under the bridge.
Alas, I didn’t see myself on the screen.

After the dumpster fire of a movie, good news arrives for once.
A teen drama reboot has included an autistic actress in an autistic role.
The role in question reminded me of my teenaged self.
I would’ve loved myself sooner if I had seen this as a teen.
Finally, I saw myself on the screen.

I want autistic youths to see themselves on the screen.
They deserve to see the autistic characters that I didn’t grow up with.
I’m writing countless stories, poems, and plays about people like me.
If no one else is going to provide the material, then I’ll do it myself.
You will see me on the screen.

The phoenix rose like ashes from the grave
A burning desire flying high.

That It wasn’t just trying to get by,

It was
‘The sky.

And way up high it went where it left the past behind and began a new journey through nothing else but clothed in the flames of the light.

Its spirit ran high like doves in the sky.
Singing made it feel more alive,
looking up made more sense than looking down, so up it went higher and higher..

Until one day it experienced the change.

The endless rage has finally slipped away.

Letting go is scary but so serene.

The unhealthy patterns leave no control
by any means.

Believe in the sky but believe in no limit,
for we are the universe embracing the spirit.

1:11 on the clock
trust your intuition and embrace the change.

There are levels to realizing your soul,
To break free and go into the unknown.

Once you spread those wings and fly,
You will feel the fire arise.

In every breathe in every movement,
Set an intention to walk with a power so divine
That NOBODY can harm your light.

In the embers there was a glow of fiery red,
That took flight through the night.

Once you spread your wings so wide,
No one can dim your light.

It takes time to be reborn,
To fly free from your cage,
But trust You will find a way,
To embrace the dawn for a brand new day.

There are infinite cycles of life and death,
If you fall, you will always start again.
With a dance of destiny, and a timeless quest,
To rise again, and break the soul free of limits that are put in our way, and give us a chance to inspire.
From the depths of fear and despair,
You ascend deeper into strength and grace.

As your spirit ascends, you transcend with resilience born and trials you have faced,
It is your testament of beauty and grace.

It radiates blue, in the hue, its feathers blaze,
A tapestry woven, in a dazzling maze.
Each plume has a story, a chapter to unfold,
The mystery happens once in a lifetime,
OF RISING ABOVE,
and being brave enough,to overcome.

The phoenix rises through the galaxy skies,
A living marvel that never dies, signing lullabies all through the night.
Where the passion ignites in its fiery heart.

And through these trials,
it finds its way,
it finds its power.
A force so strong as a flaming flower,
And as it sours it whispers a truth:
Life emerges from the ashes anew.

So let us not just learn from the phoenix’s power,
But embrace it with every inch of our soul.
Embrace our shadows, for from the ashes,
We too shall rise, with strength and love,
Our spirits will fly high.